My dick wasn’t listening, though, and it pronged to attention once more. Jesus, couldn’t I help the guy out without getting a hard-on? But Walter’s body next to mine was so seductive, I could barely keep my brain moving forward.
We moved together across the tile floor to the staircase. “Lean on me,” I said. We took the first couple of steps, and Walter got the hang of hopping on his good leg, holding on to me and to the banister. We stopped to catch our breaths at the landing, then switched places so he was on my left for the next flight of stairs.
We were both breathing heavily by the time we got to the top of the stairs. “Down the hall,” Walter said, nodding toward an open door.
We struggled forward. The painkillers they had given him at the hospital were kicking in, and he was dozy. He stumbled at the entrance to the bedroom, and his right hand slid down my stomach to rest on my stiff dick.
He rubbed his hand up and down on my dick. When I looked into his face, he licked his lips, then leaned forward to kiss me.
A Thief in the Night
I felt like I was melting into Walter’s embrace. He kissed me, and I kissed him back. He smelled like sweat and antiseptic, and my blood pressure rose. “Did you know that the lips are one of the most sensitive areas of the body?” he asked as he licked his tongue across my lips.
“I believe it,” I said. “Where else?”
He moved his hand up to the back of my neck, and I felt his fingers caressing my skin. “Here. And your fingertips, and the soles of your feet.”
“I hope you’re planning to demonstrate later.”
He backed off. “Help me to the bed, please.”
I got him over to the side of his king-size bed, up high, with a pillow-top mattress, and he sat down hard. He grabbed my arm and pulled me down next to him.
“I should…” I began.
He stopped my mouth with another kiss. He opened his mouth and stuck his tongue against mine, and I felt a wild frenzy take me over. I began kissing him like crazy, my lips over his, on his cheek and his chin and his ear, all the time feeling his hands on my body.
He pushed his right hand under my shirt and began massaging my belly.
“Oh God,” I whispered.
He lay down on the bed, and I pulled away from him long enough to get him lying flat, his head up on the pillows. “We need to elevate your leg,” I said.
He pushed the ornamental bolster toward me. I shoved it under his leg and stopped. Walter Loredo was spread out on the bed. His T-shirt had ridden up, exposing his flat abs dusted with fine black hair. His yellow shorts were tight against his body, outlining his stiff dick, leaking precum beneath the fabric. His powerful legs were covered in the same dark hair. He had a goofy smile on his face, which, combined with his five o’clock shadow, made him so handsome I almost swooned.
I untied his other shoe and slipped it off. I removed his sock and put it up to my face, as I’d wanted to do back at the trailer with the other one. I breathed deeply of his essence and then sucked on his big toe. It was like a stubby, rock-hard dick.
“You like that,” Walter said, and his smile was lazy and lustful.
“You bet.” I stepped around to the side of the bed. “Let’s get your shirt off.” He leaned forward, and I reached over and grabbed the edges of his T-shirt, then pulled it gently over his head.
Though I’d seen his chest before, I’d always been too busy to study it closely. It was breathtakingly beautiful. Black hair covered his pecs and formed a treasure trail down to his waist. His nipples were erect, surrounded by circles of darker skin. I leaned down and took his right nipple in my mouth and sucked.
Walter groaned with pleasure. He put his hands on my head, and his fingers trailed into my hair. Then I nibbled on his tit, and he arched his back and groaned again.
I laved his other nipple and then licked my way toward his groin. “We’d better get these shorts off,” I said. “Looks like they’re really constraining you.”
I took hold of the waistband and tugged. He lifted his ass off the bed, and the shorts slipped down. I slid them carefully off his good leg first, then the one with the ankle brace.
“Can I get you anything before I go?” I asked.
Walter’s mouth dropped open. “You’re not leaving, are you?”
“You heard the doctor. You need your rest,” I said.
The expression on his face was so hangdog, I laughed. “But what kind of nurse would I be if I left before all your needs were taken care of?” I asked.
I was about to get onto the bed next to him when he said, “Your clothes.” He licked his lips, as if those words had sapped him of moisture. “Can you take off your clothes? Please?”
“You want to see me strip?”
He nodded.
“Well, I can’t disappoint you, can I?” I pulled my cell phone from my pocket and clicked a couple of buttons. It began to play a slow-paced Roberto Torres samba, just the right tempo for a seductive strip tease. I swiveled my hips and inched my polo shirt above my abs. They weren’t as good as Walter’s, but they were still damn fine.
I could tell he liked the dance. I kept moving, tugging my shirt up, until with one big move I lifted it over my head. I twirled it around on my fingertips for a moment, then tossed it aside. I began running my hands up and down my sides, looking Walter in the eye with all the lust I felt.
“You’re killing me here, Manny,” he groaned.
“You haven’t seen killing yet, Papito,” I said.
I undid my belt and slowly tugged it through its loops, keeping my hips shimmying and my chest swaying. I’d been wanting to put on a show for Walter Loredo for a long time, and I was going to make it a good one.
I whipped the belt out, then used the end to tease up Walter’s legs, first one, then the other, the leather stroking the inside of his thigh. He shivered with lust but remained spread-eagled on the bed, his legs out, one of them up on the bolster, the other flat. He had his arms spread out on the pillows beside him.
“What were you saying earlier?” I said. “About sensitive places? Did you mention the soles of your feet?”
I ran my fingertips over his right foot, from the heel to the toes, and he panted with lust. Then I used the belt in the same way, and he groaned.
My dick was so hard I worried I might come before I even got naked. “I’ll come back to these later,” I said. I unbuttoned my jeans and let them fall open, showing the waistband of the white Jockeys I had on underneath. Walter moaned again and licked his lips.
They were tight jeans, and I peeled them down so they hung off my hips. Then I turned my back on Walter, showing him my fabric-covered ass, as I quickly undid my Doc Martens and kicked them off. “What a sexy ass you have,” Walter said. “I can’t wait to get my hands on it.”
“Mmm.” I turned back around and shimmied out of my jeans, leaving me clad only in my tighty-whities and my socks. The song ended and a slightly faster song began, “Corazon, Corazon,” by Isaac Delgado. I danced for a minute, thrusting my pelvis at Walter, feeling my stiff dick leak into the fabric.
“These pills are going to knock me out soon, Manny,” he said. “Please, come here.”
“If you insist.” I leaned down and pulled off my socks, then tossed them onto the pile of my clothes. Then I slid my Jockeys down slowly, tugging the head of my stiff dick southward, until it finally sprang free of the fabric and bounced against my groin.
“You are so beautiful,” Walter said.
“You think so?” I extended my naked leg up to the bed and planted my foot next to Walter’s thigh. My dick stood straight out from my body, and the tip glistened with precum. Then I hopped up so that I was standing over him, my dick bouncing. He reached up and cupped my butt cheeks with his hands.
“Come here to me, Manny. Bring me that sexy dick of yours.”
I sank to my knees. He opened his warm, hot mouth and I slid right in, feeling his lips close around the base of my dick. Then he began to gag.
“Slow down, Papito,” I said. “We’re not in a hurry. Take it nice and slow. Just follow the music.”
Isaac Delgado had given way to “Mamborama,” by Puro Y Temba, and the rhythm was slow and languid. “Oh yeah, tongue my slit,” I said. “I like that. And then take the head in your mouth. Now close your lips around me. Oh God, that feels so good!”
I moved my hips forward to meet his mouth, then backward when he needed to take a breath. As sweat trickled down my forehead and my back, we built our own rhythm. I wanted to make this feeling last, so when I felt close to orgasm, I pulled back, leaned down, and kissed Walter’s lips, tasting my cock on them.
I turned and lay next to Walter, my mouth level with his groin. He gobbled my dick eagerly, and I tried to demonstrate the things I’d been teaching him—licking his cock from the root to the tip, tonguing his balls, teasing his slit with the tip of my tongue. He groaned and thrashed beneath me, and I could tell his orgasm was building.
I gave in to the feelings that were bubbling in my gut. I sucked Walter with all my might, fucking his face with my dick, until he spurted down my throat, and I followed a moment later. I swallowed everything I could, though Walter couldn’t manage the same thing—he pulled off my dick, choking and coughing, and when I turned to face him I saw my cum dribbling down the side of his mouth.
I scooted back around to lick his face. “You’re a wild man,” Walter panted. “You look like such a little gentleman but…” He shook his head. “I’ve never had orgasms like the ones I have with you.”
“Come on, Walter,” I said, tickling my way down his chest. “You don’t have to exaggerate. You’ve been having sex for years more than I have. I’m sure you’ve had some good times.”
“Not with men,” he said, shaking his head. “Never in a bed with a man before you.”
I leaned up on one elbow. “Really?”
“Really.” He yawned.
“You should get some sleep,” I said.
He struggled to get the words out. “No, want to spend time with you,” but he couldn’t hang on any longer, and he fell asleep.
I sat up on the bed beside him and watched him sleep for a couple of minutes. When he didn’t wake up again, I gathered my clothes and sneaked out of his bedroom.
A Whole Lot of Horny
I left the painkillers on Walter’s nightstand. I didn’t take his keys, but I made sure that his front door was locked behind me.
It was nearly two in the morning. After a mile or so of driving down a nearly deserted Kendall Drive, I picked up the Palmetto, still jammed with a mix of cars and trucks. The streetlights were out, so all I had to drive by was the beam of my headlights.
What kind of screwed-up relationship was I getting into with Walter anyway? Maybe I should just quit the job, stay away from him until he was free to be with me. But I knew I couldn’t do that. It wasn’t until I was crossing the causeway to the Beach that I wondered how Walter would get to work that morning, with his foot in a splint and his car back at the site. He was a big boy, I thought. He would figure it out, and I would hang around and see what he came up with.
It was almost three o’clock before I stumbled into bed. When my alarm went off at six, I was tempted to shut it off and go back to sleep. But what if Walter didn’t show up? Suppose those painkillers kept him knocked out and oblivious to alarm clocks and cell phones? Everyone would be worried.
I dragged my carcass out of bed and into the shower. I was dozy all the way across the causeway in the early morning traffic. I pulled in at a few minutes to seven and hurried to make the coffee. I carried the tray of cups into the conference room, and the guys jumped on them.
“Where’s the jefe?” Camilo asked. “His car is here, but I don’t see him.”
“He had an accident last night,” I said. “Twisted his ankle when he was running. I had to drive him to the hospital and then home. He’s probably still knocked out.”
“Not completely.”
We all turned to see Walter in the doorway of the conference room. His hair was damp, and he was leaning on an elaborately carved wooden cane for support. I noticed that he was wearing his running shoes, with the right one unlaced, and under his pants leg I could make out the splint.
“Let’s make this quick,” Walter said, hobbling into the room. Adrian jumped up and offered him the chair closest to the door. Walter sank into it gratefully. Camilo passed him a cup of Cuban coffee, which Walter drank in one gulp.
We went around the table quickly. When we were finished, Walter said, “If I sound fuzzy, blame the painkillers. But I know I can count on you all to pick up the slack.” He turned to me. “Manny, I’m going to need your help to get around for a few days. Stay here for a few minutes, will you?”
“Sure, Walter.”
The rest of the guys filtered out. When we were alone, Walter said, “I appreciate what you did for me last night, even if I wasn’t gracious enough about it. The more I get to know you, the more I see what a good person you are.” He blew a breath out between his lips. “I need to get myself out of the mess I’m in with Dolores and her father. But as much as I can, I’m going to make you understand how I feel.”
“I already know,” I said.
“Then I can get to work.” He stood up without any help, grabbed his cane, and hobbled down the hall to his office.
I went back to my office and checked the schedule. Camilo had mentioned that the footers for warehouse four were due to be poured, and I wanted to make sure they were on target. I found him talking to Demetrio, the concrete superintendent.
I waited until they were done and Camilo approached me. “So, you were with the jefe last night.” He put his arm around my shoulder and steered me away from the building. The pressure was uncomfortable, but I wasn’t going to show him any weakness.
“Yeah, I was still working when he came back to the trailer after he hurt his ankle. There was nobody else around.”
“Convenient for you,” he said as we walked.
“What do you mean?”
He squeezed my shoulder hard. For a slim, wiry guy he had a lot of strength in his hand, and I struggled not to wince. “The jefe is not a maricón,” he said in a low voice. “You keep your hands off him.”
I pulled away from his grasp. There was no way Camilo could have known what had happened the night before, though he had a good enough imagination. “You’ve got a dirty mind, Camilo. All I did was drive Walter to the hospital, then back to his house. I may be gay, but I don’t have sex on my mind all the time.”